Marino

(Yea, yea, yea, aye) (Yea, yea, whoa, whoa, whoa) (Aye Terk, Sparkheem) I need a bad ass video vixen Take her in for the night, that's a inside blitz You a inside boy, and outside you a bitch Why you fakin' on the internet, nigga eat a twix Keep it in my pocky, I ain't talkin' 'bout sticks Me and bro walk down, and I might up the fifth I pulled up and hopped out, you ran like a bitch Im rockin' marino, not 'crombie and fitch I was fucked up, I was damn near broke Smokin' alien lab, boy yo ass gon' choke Im really outside, boy this ain't no joke Boy im really dripping, I don't need no boat You can tell by my posture, I'm cool with the junkies Walk down with thirties, I feel like a monkey I up the two tone glock, and dat bitch really stunning Boy yo ass still fucked up, you need a go fund me (Haa) I pull up and drip every season Im itchin' to shoot boy, just give me a reason Bro drillin' them threes, like he Trevor Ariza Smokin' on cheetah piss, and this lil bitch got me sneezin' I cop a new pair, if that bitch get to creasin' The price going up, it just get to increasin' Shoutout to dinero, them niggas be feanin' I smoke sheets and funnel, that bitch get me leanin' Rockin' the gucci, I just might burr Fuckin' ya bitch, and I grab on her hair Stay w da funnel, like I'm at the fair We some young wild niggas, and we just dont care Smokin' exotic, that shit really clear Versace frames, so I can see it clear I like her to glow, I want her face clear I got the packs commin' in, and I buss' it down here (Here) Everything I got really different Everything that I got, came from plants and a kitchen Versace frames gave me twenty/twenty vision Now I can see the reason, why you niggas some bitches When the world f*ck up, no need to grieve I hit the trap so hard, I did the pedigree Boy yo ass better work hard, to get ahead of me Just like a bag boy, yo ass really dead to me (Boy yo ass really dead) I need a bad ass video vixen Take her in for the night, that's a inside blitz You a inside boy, and outside you a bitch Why you fakin' on the internet, nigga eat a twix Keep it in my pocky, I ain't talkin' 'bout sticks Me and bro walk down, and I might up the fifth I pulled up and hopped out, you ran like a bitch Im rockin' marino, not 'crombie and fitch I was fucked up, I was damn near broke Smokin' alien lab, boy yo ass gon' choke Im really outside, boy this ain't no joke Boy I'm really dripping, I don't need no boat You can tell by my posture, I'm cool with the junkies Walk down with thirties, I feel like a monkey I up the two tone glock, and that bitch really stunning Boy yo ass still fucked up, you need a go fund me (Haa) (Aye Terk, Sparkheem)